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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer.
I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.
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Thanks Mel, 7.30pm here, just home from a lovely day out, a game of Golf in the morning, a scrumptious barbecue in the afternoon, plenty to eat and drink, lovely company, and now safely back home, hope you have a fabulous New Year xx

I am struggling to find the right words for this, Ivor. It’s not melancholic but it is, kind of. It’s not a lament, yet it is(ish). There’s a chant-like feel about your words, an affirmation of oneself, one’s weaknesses, one’s strengths. You are such a soulful person, Ivor. I am glad we found each other and each other’s words this year. I hope we can continue to stumble and stride, skip and dance and fall throughout next year as we journey our paths.

Thanks Kelvin, your comments are gratefully appreciated. And yes, I too have enjoyed your company this year, and loved every step of our waltz together, and cherished our friendship. Here’s Cheers for the the new year, and I’m looking forward to our continuing mateship and joint successes. 😆🤗 Hugs

Perfect, and I’m extra happy to journey through the year with you my dear friend. I’m so glad to have met you, and your calm, thoughtful philosophies have gently added a new dimension to my psyche. 😊😊❤️💕

It never appears how we think it should always a different color
Or the shape was bigger the…..
Many years have passed and still
We haven’t settled on a conclusion
But we still are at it till it fits comfortable not so tight
I like to think that this is
How we see life a comfort
Side of numb. You take it
Any way you can get it
As Sheldon Usual

Thank you Sheldon, Happy New Year, I’m already half way through the first day of 2018, woke up feeling like a bulldozer had run over me, squashing the life out of me, and aching all over, but I suppose they’ll be betterer days during the year. I’ll just take it anyway I can get It….. Cheers Ivor….

Thanks for giving me the link to come here for this poem. It had almost every emotion I’ve ever had, all rolled up into one. I’m looking toward the future, but many things haunt me from the past. I still have hope, and anticipation for the new year. I wish you a wonderful 2018. Every time I come here, you have more likes, comments, and followers, who really care about you. Count me as one. Take care Ivor.